Don't hate the man
for being black
No he doesn't steal.
Like you,
he works
day or night
to provide himself a meal.

Don't hate the man
for being white
He's just nice as you.
He has his job
and has his friends
to whom he remains so true.

Don't hate the man
for being Muslim
and is praying
to his God.
For he does no harm
to anybody,
and isn't at all bad.

Don't hate the man
for being Christian
and is attending
their mass.
He's being thankful
of whatever he's had
and of
whatever he still has.

Don't mock the man
who lost his leg
and could
not run as fast.
For he still has
his heart as whole
who is capable to love.

Don't hate the man
Don't hate the girl
or anyone you see.
For everyone
desires to be loved
even you and me

Life is not about surviving,
It's about living.

she chooses to remain beautiful,
although life has scarred her so horrifically inside...

...a phenomenal woman she is ❤

Faces in the crowd
among which I am one
each heart silently bears its joys and sorrows
the business of living is never done

as we have to wake up everyday
with the never-failing rising sun
(even the weakest, frailest and most sickly)
though the day's prospects are grim and life isn't fun.

Holding on, clinging on
dangling in the limbo
of survival and existence
what the future holds none really does know.

Faces in the crowd
passing and fading images--I know no one-
yet I feel their pulses as I, mine--- murmurs
of existential* angst---until life's sad drama is done.